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Nikki pulled again at her arm, trying to pull her arm away from the rough sandstone grasp of the hulking rock monster. She screamed too - mostly from the pain in her broken arm but also because she thought that she could hear sirens already, and someone who could rescue her couldn't be far behind they had to be here soon and she'd be fine and someone would fix her arm and it would turn into one of those stories you could at a party about how you'd been kidnapped but espers had saved you and everyone would sit around and nod beca-fuck ow god those stories never had the sound of your bones breaking as the monster dragging you toward a dungeon readjusted it's grip.
But she had time, and she could keep pulling, and until she was in the dungeon there was a chance someone would hear her screaming and she'd get medical attention before the blood dripping from her broken arm became a serious medical problem and and.
That hole in the fabric of reality wasn't there when she last climbed these stairs. What if she just, throws herself down at this angle maybe its grip will- nope ow that was really bad and definitely didn't work and why can't she just be anywhere other than here other than trapped and heading into the dungeon, anywhere...
